Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
The tobacco pegasus would remind him of a gunslinger from the old West… If he had any idea what that even was. Unhurried, rough around the edges, out for only one person. Himself. It was the easiest way to survive so he doesn’t fault Wherewolf for his tactics. It might not make him the easiest guy to get along with but at least he was one he could understand. They both donned similar sets of armor against the dreaded thing known as feelings. Both remained wary of the capacity of magic. They had similar methods of learning how to cope, how to survive.
He follows the dappled’s scowling gaze and gives a slight snort of amusement. “That’s Steve. He’s harmless. Mostly.” His own red eyes follow the last of the grassy mounts movements as it fades from view. “Doesn’t make much sense, that one.” The mammoth was still a mystery to him and despite his time with the Fae, he wasn’t much for solving puzzles if he didn’t have to. A crooked grin finds his lips at Wolfie’s rather witty retort and a rather impish idea comes to mind. Wherewolf certainly does have a way with words doesn’t he?
At the mention of the cremated remains of the land to the west, he merely rotates his shoulder in a shrug of his own. “It was like that when I got here. I suppose I should do something about it eventually.” A roll of a red eye, the task falling low on his mental to-do list. He knows if he’s to succeed in this role it will mean putting in at least a little effort. But first, why not some fun? “I could use someone like you here, Wherewolf. You have a finesse that others lack.” None of its a lie, the winged stallion did have finesse in the sharpness of his phrases, but there is a little wickedness to his smile as he looks to him. “I can’t think of a better diplomat to represent me or the Pampas.” He pauses, a rascally twinkle in the depths of red. “Aela thinks you’re incapable but I disagree.”
“Have you tried these flowers before?” He easily steers the conversation as if he hadn’t asked him anything of importance at all. He steps towards the bright red curling petals that distinguish the special flowers from the rest. “Sometimes they show you things. Most of the time they just help you relax.” And here he flashes him a rather pointed look. As if the last thing he can imagine is a calm and gentle Wherewolf.
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@[Wherewolf]